Of you, Thomas.

Dreads of hair, and a freckled nose.
Rapid heartbeats, woven hands.
--
Sweat
and movement
in the back of his car.
--
This was always temporary -
he told me he must go when the winds change.

But they've changed many times, and we're
nestled, still,
deep in the folds of each other's minds.
--
Yesterday, he reached for my hand,
and I willingly accepted this.

In doing so, I accepted I must sweep him away
when the winds sweep him away;

my heart will lacerate in countless directions,
but I always knew that's what this was.

Reviews

[Joan Davis]

I thought the last line was especially powerful, with the imagery of your "heart lacerating in countless directions," while acknowledging you had always known that is where this was heading.
I could really relate to this and really enjoyed reading it. You are a very good writer!

[S Olson]

Thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

[Ethan]

Amazing how we deny reality, somehow hoping that our fantasy could exist. It doesn't mitigate the laceration to have known ahead of time that it was only a temporary tryst. And for you probably much more than that. You capture this very well. I agree with the other reviewer that "my heart will lacerated in countless directions" is a home run of a line. Just a thought, could you try on for feel, what the poem would sound like if you changed it from the third person to the second person. Address the absent lover?